When I was younger I was obsessed with love and fairy tales. I’d constantly ask my mom how she knew my dad was the one. She’d always have the same answer talking about love and mutual understandings and common interests, but the one thing that stuck with me was her story about burgers.
She had mentioned that when she’d go out on dates, she would only order salads, pastas and any dishes that were easy to eat with a fork. Even though she loved burgers, messy sandwiches, and pizza, she refused to order it on first dates. She made it a point to eat foods that were dainty and lady-like. She broke all the rules when she and my dad had their first dinner together. She ordered a big, juicy, delicious burger that required two hands to eat and a whole lot of napkins.
My mom explained that from the first time she met my dad, she felt super comfortable and at ease with him. She says my dad was the one because she didn’t feel self-conscious eating messy foods around him. To which I responded, why didn’t you just order cute little sliders? She brushed off my comments and continued on with her story.
It’s a little difficult for me to relate because I’ll eat a burger in front of anyone. Come to think of it, I can’t date someone unless they love In-n-Out Burger. Not liking burgers is a major red flag and grounds for dismissal. To me, it’s love when the guy is more than willing to give me the one curly fry that magically ends up in a batch of regular fries. Now, that’s LOVE. That’s when he’s the ultimate keeper. (However, if I were to find that elusive curly fry- you bet I’m not giving it up!)
So in honor of my parents’ love story- I present you with the first burgers EVER on my blog! Since I’m a fan of anything mini and cute, I made sliders! And not just any old plain slider, these are my Asian sliders with gochujang mayo and crunchy quick pickles!